I am a small river,
I'm not trying to bypass you,
You have no intention of turning your rosy clouds into shadows,
Into my soft waves,
I flow through autumn—
In a gentle and sad way,
Put those golden valley shadows,
Put on your colorful clothes,
I flow through the winter—
Cai Xia lightly,
Put those cold-pricked snowflakes,
Get it off me,
I flow through the spring—
There are rosy clouds,
Flapping the sparkling soft waves,
Without taking away a cloud,
I spent the summer—
Helpless, I finally did,
The light in summer is sharp and the wind is crazy.
Broke colorful clothes, blew out the sparkling light,
I will dry up in the sky,
Printed on the cloak,
Your rosy clouds,
Unexpectedly, it is the same as the illusion of a colorful coat.